Sat 6 Sep 2008
The problem with getting on social networking sites, is the ease with which you naturally try to reach out and touch someone. Sometimes you touch something warm and it’s fun. Other times you touch something cold, it brings you into a dark place you’d left behind, and now you’re in a crappy mood remembering why that door was closed to begin with. Then it’s a struggle to remember where you really are in life and recover again. And by then it’s been a few hours and you have to go crawling back to your newlywed hubbie and beg for forgiveness for neglecting him just to go around opening and slamming old crusty doors.
So someone from your past found you? Or did you find them?
Let it go….easier said than done. I’m glad you slammed the crusty door tho.
Crusty! Delicious.
Flat Coke – you kinda just bounce into each other thru others and stuff. Leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. *spat*
Vicky – I know, I’ve hated that word forever. It’s reserved for only the worst of items to be described.
But on the upside, I’ve found that the rumors about our c/o ’92 homecoming king being gay is not true; about our c/o ’93 homecoming king IS true; and I can’t find anything on our c/o ’94 homecoming kking to confirm or deny the same rumor.
block….. block………..block….
I don’t even remember who the homecoming kings were. Please call me to discuss.
damn, i dont remember who my homecoming king was either.
I think I just paid way too much attention to anything but schoolwork.